This batch of wildflowers
deserves their own page. We were about as far north as you
can go in Newfoundland, near St. Anthony. I wanted to see
the North Atlantic, so we climbed onto a remote, deserted,
high bluff overlooking the ocean. We walked up there on the
barrens for miles, often looking straight down craggy cliffs.
It was my favorite part of the entire trip. It was cold and
windy, but beautiful, not only because of the views from the
cliffs, but also because of the unusual flora underfoot. George
read someplace that some of the wildflowers found here exist
nowhere else in the world because of the type of minerals
in the soil. This seems to be true as I have been unable to
identify all the flowers I photographed.
